Or at least that is the feeling that hunts most of us down. Usually the reason is that nothing outside us is holding the shape of the day.
In August we tried something about it. Every weekday morning, forty-five minutes, working at the same time as other people. Sixty-eight were in the room on the first day and I had not sent a single email about it.
They come back in October. Built properly this time, and the first piece of something bigger for Weasel members.
Ten questions, about three minutes. Skip any of them. What you say here is what reshapes it.